Ramadan Hitchhiker

Days draw horizontal lines In the hallow centre of my unkempt mind. Invisibly etched words leave their mark A standing silhouette in the lingering dark A Ramadan Hitchhiker I had always been Ramadan, a smokeless mirror, soul buried in sin I wandered through the month aimlessly No zeal or depth, only attempts made feebly My fasts, prayers, and actions steered in a ship anchored in misdeeds How would I one day reap what I sowed when I hadn’t planted the seeds? But one day everything transformed. One lasting prayer...